Fun morning

My weight this morning was 142.8--not quite two pounds down from last week, but I'm very happy with the loss. That wasn't the fun part, though. The fun part was getting blood drawn for all the various tests my doctor ordered--CBC and lipids and thyroid and vitamin D and one other that I can't remember. So I had to fast before the test, of course. I don't get blood drawn very often, but I've always been fine with it (at least as an adult--not so when I was a kid and tried to run away any time I needed a shot!). I don't like to watch the needle going in but I'm not a baby about it and the pain is only tiny so it doesn't bother me. So the phlebotomist got me all set up, poked me in the left arm, and the blood was just not coming out. It was like the time I tried donating blood to the Red Cross and they couldn't get the blood to flow and I bruised really badly. She kept moving the needle around and nothing would come out (and I was well hydrated--I had been drinking water throughout the night and morning). I suggested she try the hand, which tends to work better for me. So she was prepping that and I said I felt a bit dizzy, but generally o.k. I think she thought I was nervous about the needle prick, so she just told me not to look. So she stuck my hand and immediately I got super-dizzy-oh-my-God-I'm-going-to-pass-out. So I did. Only for a few seconds, but before passing out I was begging her to let me put my head between my legs, but I couldn't because the arm prop thing was in the way and there was a needle in my hand. They got ice on me and revived me and eventually moved me to a room to lay down. As soon as I lay down I felt much better, and I insisted that they finish drawing the blood (this time from my right arm, so now I've got bandages in three places) because I was NOT coming back to be tortured again. So instead of a 15 minute stop on my way to work, this turned out to be a 45 minute ordeal with a stop at Starbucks afterwards to replenish my low blood sugar. Thinking about it, I've never had to have blood drawn after fasting before, except one time in college when I donated blood and hadn't eaten much yet that day (it was snowing and I didn't want to slog to the dining hall), and I pretty much passed out after that one too, but I always thought it was because I only weighed 120 pounds and had low blood pressure and stood up too fast after the donation. Today was much scarier. I'm still feeling a bit shaky and lightheaded, even after an apple fritter from Starbucks and birthday cake for Missy at work, so I think I'm going to go see if I can find some protein.